Attitude

My thoughts today:

*If I'm ever going to get my goals reached this summer, as far as my yard is concerned, I have to stop being inside on the computer, and start spending more time outside, actually working in the yard.

*How is it that one of my best friends could decide, after twenty years of marriage, to walk out on her husband and turn her back on her children and grandchildren?

*Is the whole world going crazy? or is it just me?

*Could we possibly have TWO sunny days in a row where the temperature is above sixty degrees?

*What are the odds that two of our employees will quit on the same day? and how fortunate that we didn't have to fire them...

*Only three more weeks of high school track. Does this mean that I will actually get to see and spend time with my husband again?

*I am in need of a better attitude.


p.s. Thanks to my friend Tracey who has a couple rhubarb roots she's giving me!

Grandpa and Grandma

When I was a little kid we lived in Iowa. There were generations of family there on both my parents sides. My paternal grandparents immigrated to the United States from Germany and settled there and raised a family. The six years that we lived there were probably the best of my whole life and I really miss those days. I never saw my grandma wear pants one single time. She always wore dresses and aprons and most days she was barefoot or wore a pair of slippers. My grandpa rolled his own cigarettes and worked doing concrete and masonry, i believe. They had a big square table in their kitchen and it was always full at dinner time, which was the noon meal. The youngest grandchild sat to the left of my grandpa and a meal never passed that he didn't manage to somehow over-pass the butter to someone and stick their finger in it.

In their backyard was the biggest, most beautiful garden I've ever seen and planted along the back row was rhubarb, from one end to the other. Us grandkids would go out with a small paring knife and whack off a piece of rhubarb anytime we were at their house during the summer. We would cut the leaf off into the burn barrel and take the rhubarb in the house to wash it off. Then we would grab a cup of sugar and sit and dip that rhubarb into the sugar and munch away. Oh, it was SO good. It's one of those memories that will never fade. It's one of the reasons I want to plant rhubarb in my someday-to-be garden.

I miss my grandma and grandpa so much. I wish that they had lived to know my children. I wish that I could sit and talk with them and find out more about their lives when they were younger. I wish that they could give me advice. I wish that I could curl up next to them again in one of their chairs and rock the cares of the world away. Oh, how I miss them.

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Because i was getting several spammed(?) comments, (is that what you call them?) i enabled my comment moderation abilities for awhile. I've turned them off now, because frankly, it was kind of a pain. Hopefully, I won't have any more problems with the comments for awhile.

blogging and rhubarb!

Twice a week I drive about 45 miles to take my son to a class he's taking. While he spends two hours in class I try to find things to do to fill my time. Usually, I'll run to the store if I need a few groceries, or head over to Dennis & Co. to browse around, but most of the time I spend that two hours sitting in my car, reading and frankly, a little bored.

But...not today! Today I found the local library. Oh, Happy Day! They have internet! So, today, I'm sitting here at the library catching up on my blogging and researching rhubarb. This is going to work out better than I thought!

Spring?

The rhododendrons are finally starting to bloom, as are the azaleas. The flowering cherry trees that line our driveway and which are usually covered with pink blossoms within a few days of my daughter's birthday, which is on April 12, are still not blooming. Forget about the camelia. It was pruned back so far it only has a few buds on it anyways. The sun broke through the clouds around 4ish, and it reached 59 degrees today at 5 o'clock. Will spring ever, truly arrive? I try not to complain, but seriously. Enough is enough. Give me some warmth!!!